The construction of the Lan Mansion is quite magnificent, and the neat flowers and plants built next to the winding path of the goose warm stone exude a faint fragrance.

The finely carved cloister is adorned with tinkling wind chimes, and across the cloister, fish swimming can be seen under the arched bridge, and although it is not the season for lotus flowers to bloom, the blue lake is still dotted with sparse green lotus.

After being led all the way to a side room by Lan Chengting, Lan Chengting left with Lan Ruo and another teenager, Lan Shiyu.

Feng Lige acted as a transparent person silently along the way, and followed behind Chu Yuanyang inch by inch.

"You don't want to go to your own room?" Chu Yuanyang walked into the room and sat down at the red lacquered round table.

Feng Lige leaned against the door frame: "Trouble!"

"Huh?" Chu Yuanyang looked at him puzzled.

"Don't tell me you're going to do what these people tell you to do and stay in your room. The door was not closed, and Feng Lige turned his back to the door, facing Chu Yuanyang.

"Why not?" Chu Yuanyang reached out and turned over the teacup on the table, held the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and raised his glass to Feng Lige at the door: "Do you want it?"

Feng Lige shook his head: "If you are really so honest, it is not Chu Yuanyang, I have seen the route along the way, and after passing through the Shuixie Hongqiao that I passed by, it is estimated that it is the residence where Lan Xiang lives." ”

Chu Yuanyang raised his hand and poured the tea in the cup that was not mellow into his mouth, and took the empty cup and turned around on the carved table: "How do you know?"

"You know, don't you?" Feng Lige said with certainty.

Chu Yuanyang stopped the boring movements in his hand and smiled.

How could she obediently wait for other people's arrangements, just heard the gossip of the people along the way, although it was only a few words, but it was still not difficult to hear that this Lan Xiang family was quite excluded in the house, and it was no wonder that outside the door, she obviously said to the person who reported the message by name and said that she was looking for Lan Xiang, and the person who reported the letter went in, but it was not Lan Xiang who came out to receive it.

The location where the Lan Xiang family lives is in the most remote Dongli Courtyard in Lan Fu, as Feng Lige said, crossing the water pavilion arch bridge and jumping over a bamboo forest with a secluded path.

With the cultivation of the two of them, they easily avoided the subordinates in the house and came to the East Fence Courtyard.

"Mother, what should I do? If this continues, my father will die. ”

"Xiang'er, hey, the lady also has a way, your father's Linghai has been broken, and his cultivation is clean, even if he can survive now, he won't be able to live for a few years. ”

Yes, my father is over sixty years old this year, and the spiritual sea is broken, so he can only become an ordinary person, and the lifespan of ordinary people is only a few decades.

Listening to the suppressed crying in the room, Chu Yuanyang pushed the door directly in.

"Who?" the middle-aged woman looked at Chu Yuanyang who was standing against the door frame vigilantly.

"Sister... Sister!" Lan Xiang's surprised voice came from behind the woman.

Chu Yuanyang nodded towards Lanxiang and walked in slowly, Feng Lige didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters, so he stayed in the courtyard.

"Sister, why are you here? I thought you wouldn't come!" Lan Xiang happily rushed to Chu Yuanyang, and then pouted aggrievedly and whispered accusations.

Chu Yuanyang touched Lan Xiang's little head: "Something has been delayed temporarily, don't blame!"

"Xiang'er, who is this girl...?" the woman pinched the handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and saw that the two were intimate, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

Lan Xiang pulled Chu Yuanyang to sit on the mahogany carved chair, turned around and introduced to the woman: "Mother, this is the sister that Xiang'er often mentions to you in her letters, sister, this is my mother." ”

"Hello madam, junior Chu Yuanyang!"

Mrs. Lan glanced at Chu Yuanyang's cultivation and smiled with satisfaction, she thought that Xiang'er, the child, was coaxed to report good news and not bad news, but she didn't expect that she really got acquainted with a senior monk and recognized someone else as her sister.

The woman in front of her is not very old, dressed plainly, and treats Xiang'er with a friendly manner, although she has a mixed spirit root physique, but her cultivation seems to be comparable to her husband's cultivation before he was injured, Xiang'er can make friends with such a person, it is really lucky!

"Sister, why don't you let someone tell me when you're here?" Chu Yuanyang's arrival improved Lan Xiang's depressed mood.

Chu Yuanyang said helplessly: "I said it, but it was someone else who welcomed me into the mansion." ”

Lan Xiang blurted out: "Who is it?" Then he gritted his teeth as if he thought of something: "It must be Lan Chengting and Lan Ruo, hmph, they just can't see me." ”

"Who are they?"

Through Lan Xiang's simple description, Chu Yuanyang can be regarded as having a thorough understanding of Lan Mansion.

The current head of the Lan family is Lan Xiang's grandfather, and the current cultivation is on the second floor of Jindan.

And her grandfather has five sons and three daughters under him, and the eldest is cultivating on the fifth floor of the foundation.

The second child fell outside in his early years.

Her father is the third in line, and he was originally cultivated to the fourth floor of the foundation, but he was plotted, broke the spiritual sea, injured his heart and lungs, and is now lying half-dead in bed.

The old four repairs are on the second floor of the foundation.

The fifth cultivator is in a low position and his body bones are not good, he is not in the house, but he is raised outside.

The other three daughters are all married, but one of them has a dead husband and now lives in Lan Mansion as a widow.

Lan Chengting and Lan Ruo, who welcomed Chu Yuanyang into the mansion before, were both the children of the eldest, and the other Lan Shiyu was the son of the fourth, and their cultivation except for Lan Chengting had just entered the foundation building period, the others stayed in the Qi training period like Lan Xiang.

"In other words, Master Lan's injury was caused by a sneak attack?" Chu Yuanyang said after listening to Lan Xiang's narration: "Take me to see." ”

"What is Master Lan, it's so raw, it's Uncle Lan, or Uncle Lan. Lan Xiang glared at Chu Yuanyang and pulled her out the door: "It's all because of Lan Ruo's dead girl, otherwise my father wouldn't be like this." ”

The East Fence Courtyard is very deserted, they have been here for so long, and they haven't seen a single subordinate, only the purple-clothed figure who is as tall as a bamboo tree, standing in the distance, facing the lush bamboo forest with eyes like a mirror, I don't know what to think.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Feng is also here. ”

Lan Xiang glanced at Feng Lige, Feng Lige didn't answer, even a favor was saved, Lan Xiang, who knew Feng Lige's character, naturally didn't care about this, and pulled Chu Yuanyang straight to another room that was simple but very clean.

The figures lying on the carved wooden bed, seven feet wide, leaned back to them.

"Daddy!" Lan Xiang cried out with red eyes.

The figure turned around and coughed lightly twice: "Xiang'er is here." ”

The man on the bed looked very old, and he was not human, but he could still find the handsome shadow of his youth in him.

"Sister, show your father quickly. ”

Chu Yuanyang probed into a touch of divine sense and roughly examined the body of the man on the bed, and found that although his spiritual sea was destroyed, there was still spiritual energy entangled, and the heart and lung injuries were not difficult to treat.

"How is it, sister?" Lan Xiang grabbed Chu Yuanyang's arm intersectingly.